Here I Pray

                                                                      The angels come

                                                               on the dark wings of night,

                                                                  it is of you they sing,

                                                             in and around and through

                                                                   cauldron of dreams, 

                                                                          twisted shadows,

                                                                                  broken schemes,

                                                                          tormenting night

                                                                   darkening day,

                                                          dropped and abandoned

                                                                        here I pray.

                                                                              s.k.lindeman